"Both are fine." She shrugged a little to herself, still a bit confused as to teh friends she had made.
Walking barefoot to her studio, which was next to the room she shared with Teja, the Gears nodded to her and acknowledged her with curt murmurs of 'milady'. Gaz ignored them, and managed to cleverly dodge pools of blood as they appeared in the hallways.
Which was frequent.
She opened the huge oak doar to her studio, revealing a room that was haphazardly strewn with canvas and paints, as well as more than a few finished pieces. She tended to focus on older styles, playing with light, and rendering horribly gory scenes in baroque loveliness. Against a wall, a large canvas of Artemis slaying a bear - complete with shockingly realistic entrails - stood under a dim, bare light bulb.